Chapter 32 Quiet Storms
- Sandra sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the velvet-bound poetry book, still open to the final page. Steve’s words, scrawled in the margin in his slanted, urgent handwriting, echoed louder than any declaration.
- I see you in every line. I’ll wait until you see us again, too.
- The man could command rooms, boardrooms, and empires but when it came to her, he still knew how to whisper and mean it.